Bab 56: I AM THE SUCCESSOR?

Somewhere in the heart of Aldevia.

In one of the chambers of the Royal palace, Damian sits at a corner behind the desk.

With swift motions of his left hand, he jolts something on a book.

"Everything is falling in place perfectly,"Damian mumbles to himself.

He then proceeds to lean on his seat, his face facing the ceiling and lets out a sigh.

"I just hope it all goes as per the plans of the higher ups,"He proceeda to add on to his previous statement.

Damian rose from his seat behind the desk, a sense of anticipation in the air as he prepared to leave. "It should be time," he muttered to himself, the weight of the upcoming journey evident in his voice. Suddenly, a voice rang out from the shadows, calling his name. "Let's go, Damian."